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Entry tags:	30 seconds to mars, 30 stm: jared leto, 30stm: jared/tim, 30stm: tim kelleher, 30stm: try anything verse

FIC: Gangbang--30stm, Adult. Tim/Jared, Jared/multiple, GSF
title: Gangbang
author: lisa roquin
rating: Adult
fandom: 30 Seconds to Mars
pairing/characters: Tim/Jared, Jared/Multiple, 30stm GSF
series/sequel: not intentional but could work as future-fic in Try Anything verse
disclaimer: lies, fiction, untrue. completely and totally made up. I know no one, know nothing of their personal lives. I make no claims of knowing much of anything.
summary: ....see title. that really says it all
warning: see title, incest, D/s elements
author notes: written for kynxpirations anon kink meme, prompt Jared/anyone gangbang
word count: 1340






"You sure about this, baby?" Tim whispered.

Jared shivered, not just from the cold. Tim had the bedroom downright freaking freezing, heavy curtains blocking out the sun outside. Candles lighting the room, air heavy with candle smoke, melted wax scented like vanilla, coffee and fucking oatmeal cookie, kinda ridiculous but better than choking-heavy floral scents.

"Yeah," Jared managed, scared now, at least a bit, his fantasy on the edge of becoming reality. He had no idea who was downstairs, who Tim had recruited for this or how he'd recruited them. Tim had already said he wasn't telling until the next day, everyone gone and the two of them alone again. That if they were doing this, Jared was going to let go and just feel, not distract himself trying to figure out who was who. Blindfolded, stage-grade ear plugs to muffle out voices. Nothing but feel, his mouth and ass fucked, his body used until he was wrung out and unable to move.

"Five downstairs."

Jared swallowed.

"You only get to know who one is, Shannon. He won't come up if you don't want him to. He's decided he could do this..."

Jared's breath caught.

"He won't come up if you're not completely sure."

"Shannon..."

It wasn't like Shannon didn't know his kinks. It wasn't like he hadn't watched Shannon fuck how many women, even rarely a guy. It wasn't like Shannon hadn't gotten bitchy and pushy and refused to let Jared go to clubs alone when they were broke and barely more than kids and usually end up standing in a corner watching, just to make sure Jared was safe. They'd blurred a lot of lines, but never crossed the one to where one actually touched the other.

"I want Shannon." Jared blurted then swallowed. Shit, that didn't come out quite right. While, yeah, Shannon being part of this kind of, well, went straight to his cock and sent nerves and arousal up another few notches, Shannon would help Tim keep him safe. He could let go, let this happen and just feel. But...the thought of Shannon being one that was going to fuck him...that was another layer of...of...yeah, that...added to the fear/nervous/turned on tangling through his veins. That Shannon wasn't a problem now might twitch under his skin and niggle for a bit in a few days, but no, right now, Shannon wasn't a problem at all.

Tim smiled and couched down where Jared knelt on the floor. "No one down there is going to get upset or say shit. Keep you safe, baby, always, promise."

Jared leaned into the touch on his cheek, letting his control slip away by bits.

"Two of them are going to go bareback when they fuck you. Shannon and one other. Trust them completely, they'd die before they risked you."

Tomo.

Tim was all but flat out saying Tomo was another of the guys downstairs. Jared relaxed a little more. Tim, Shannon, Tomo--they would know when he had enough or if he was hurt somehow. Whoever the other three were didn't really matter, not knowing Shannon and Tomo were both among the guys downstairs. Tim had every thing covered, really including the bathroom door open and lit with candles as well, a stack of washclothes by the sink, a couple boxes of condoms out on the nightstand, box of baby wipes as well.

Tim leaned in and kissed him, slow and sweet, hand slipping down between Jared's legs, gently closing around his half-hard cock, bringing him fully erect. "Ready, baby?"

"Yeah."

God it was tempting to call this off. To ask Tim just to take him down, wear him out and fuck him 'til he didn't know his own name. Tim could, had, would. Tempting so fucking tempting, and Tim would let him, wouldn't get mad. Whoever the fuck was down there besides would deal with Shannon and Tomo backing them off if they got pissy...

Yeah, it was tempting. But he had wanted this. Had asked for it. And no matter how unnerving it might be now that fantasy was almost reality, he wasn't backing down.

The blindfold was carefully placed over his eyes. He wasn't the most fond of sensory deprivation, or at least hadn't been. Tim's occasional use of blindfolds and today earplugs wasn't so bad. Tim wasn't going to let anything happen to him. Shannon would kill Tim if he did. A kiss his reward once the blindfold was secure. Another once the earplugs were in place. He whined softly at the cockring, fucked and fucked and fucked and not allowed to come. His breath caught again as the nipple clamps went on, the gentler ones that could be left on a lot longer, initial pain melting into a dull throb. The little chain that connected them tugged lightly, sharpening the pain for a second. Cool metal slithered against his chest and belly, a second chain attached on one end to the chain connecting the nipple clamps, the other to the cockring, tugging just a bit with each twist of his cock, each stretch and movement of his body. Soft leather cuffs fastened around his wrists, and tied tightly together behind his back.

Tim's on his shoulders lowering him--shoulders and cheek pressed against the carpet, knees under him, ass in the air. Tim's hands slid over his back, soothing, reassuring, a ridiculously slick finger pushed into him, more lube added just a minute later. Not really opening him, just fucking teasing, torturing, rubbing at his prostate enough to make him whine, ache to be fucked, angle his ass at Tim for more which never came, just the single finger and making sure there was enough lubricant that he wasn't going to get injured, but it was going to be rough, like he'd asked for, like he'd wanted, and a lot of it.

*

His jaw ached, his throat was so raw he could barely get out a sound, the nipple clamps had been taken off but left under him where he laid bent over the bed, legs dangling useless and shaking toward the floor, the cockring undone as well, orgasm too long delayed ripping through him agonzingly, he would have screamed if he could have. Come on his chin, his chest, trails of it down his leg. The chains that had connected the nipple clamps and cockring under him, twisting into his sparse body hair and pulling. Thigh against his cheek. Tim. Tim's hand in his hair. A heavy hand and wet cold washcloth laid against his ass. An air of waiting before an earplug was pulled out, just in time to hear the closing of the bedroom door.

"Just us, baby, just the three of us and you. You had enough or do you need to go further."

Hands on the ties that bound the cuffs together. Cuffs left on but his arms free to move. His cramped shoulders screamed, hands...Tomo's. The man had fingers like fucking steel, giving cramped muscles no quarter. The hand that slid on his hip--Shannon's. Shannon's other hand with the washcloth, had to be, Tim's hand on his cheek and the other petting his hair. Tomo working the knots out of his shoulder. "So gorgeous, baby, so fucking gorgeous. So goddamned stubborn too. Just us, you started being stubborn, just us now."

"More..." he managed to croak out. A chorus of groans, leaving no doubt it was Tomo and Shan still there with Tim. As wrung out as his body was, just the three of them, he could let completely go and they could fuck him into absolute oblivion. He craved that with every ache in his body.

"Okay, baby, okay. Think we could all use rinsed off in the shower and a soak in the hottub before round two. Got all weekend. And you've got all next week to recover. More's at our pace not yours, or you're getting your ass paddled 'til you're sobbing in tears, that cockring back on and get to watch the three of us wihtout getting touched at all."

"Want."

"Shh, shh, you'll get it."